One Hundred Ways to Say: “I Love You.”
I’m going to write something even if it’s such a STRUGGLE
#9 “Is this okay?”
Every last nerve of hers was on fire, like the kind that burned hotter under the surface. It was fire over oil, the hardest to fight. It lapped at her, dancing like feathers of heat.
Lucy shivered when a hot, calloused palm pressed to her cheek, rough fingers sifting through her golden hair and dragging along her scalp. A shiver that came out as a breathy exhale, her eyes fluttering when his thumb rubbed at her temple.
He was touching her like he was worshiping her, savoring every little second as they became moments. He was taking his time for once, enjoying what was given at a leisurely pace.
It was such a variant from his regular spark. but then again, his regular spark involved breaking things.
He’d never want to break this chance.
She tilted her head into his hand, listening to his own shaky inhale as he watched her closely. His long lashes were mesmerizing, but not as captivating as his onyx eyes burning into her like hot coals.
“Natsu.” she whispered, licking her lips. His gaze followed the motions, his body leaning closer so that his breath mingled with hers. Yet, their lips didn’t touch.
Hooded gaze flicked up to her, desire boiling back behind it.
“…Is this okay?” His voice was rough, guttural, like he was speaking from the chest. He was trembling, barely holding on the the idea of pulling away versus pulling her closer.
Was it okay? Lucy turned it over in her mind like a slow roast. He was her partner, her best friend. He was her biggest supporter and her greatest ally.
He was also the man she loved.
She licked her lips again, catching Natsu’s low groan at the teasing action. He really was hopeless sometimes.
“Just kiss me, you idiot.” she whispered with a laugh, sighing when his fingers became even more tangled in her hair.
His eyes flashed, the flash of a grin blinding, and he purred a soft huff.
Then, he gladly accepted her challenge with blazing lips.